Ladies and gentlemenThe moment you've all been waiting for,In this corner, weighing a hundred and seventy five pounds,With a record of seventeen rapes, four hundred assaults, and four murders,The undisputed, most diabolic villain in the worldSlim Shady!

[Chorus]So crack a bottle, let your body waddleDon't act like a snobby model you just hit the lottoO-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my TahoeGot one riding shotgun and no not one of them got clothesNow where's the rubbers? Who's got the rubbers?I noticed there's so many of themAnd there's really not that many of us.Ladies love us, my posse's kicking up dust.It's on till the break of dawnAnd we're starting this party from dusk

OK, let's go

Back with Andre, the giant, mister elephant tuskPicture us, you'll just be another one bit the dustJust one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the busKiss my butt. Lick the wonder cheese from under my nutsIt disgusts me to see the game the way that it looksIt's a must I redeem my name and haters get mushed.Bitches lust. Man they love me when I lay in the cut.Fist the cup. The lady gave her eighty some paper cut.Now picture us. It's ridiculous you curse at the thought'Cause when I spit the verse the shitGets worse then Worcestershire sauceIf I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every timeEvery verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymesIt's elementary. The elephants have entered the room.I venture to say we're the center of attention it's trueNot to mention back with a vengeance so here's the signalOf the bat symbol. The platinum trio's back on you hoes.

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Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

[Dr. Dre]They see that low rider go by they're, like Oh my!You ain't got to tell me why you're sick cuz I know why.I dip through in that six trey like sick 'em Dre.I'm an itch that they can't scratch, they sick of me.But hey, what else can I say? I love LA.Cause over and above all, it's just another dayAnd this one begins where the last one ends.Pick up where we left off and get smashed again.I'll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz.Driving around with a smashed front endLet's cash that one in.Grab another one from out the stableThe Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El DoradoThe hell if I know.Do I want leather seats or vinyl?Decisions, decisionsGarage looks like Precision Collision.Or Maaco beats quake like WacoJust keep the bass low speakers away from your face though

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And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent!

It's bottle after bottleThe money ain't a thing when you party with meIt's what we into it's simpleWe ball out of control like you wouldn't believeI'm the napalm the bomb the don I'm King KongGet rolled on wrapped up and reigned onI'm so calm through Vietnam ring the alarmBring the Shaun Dawn burn marijuana do what you wantNigga on and on till the break of whatGet the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuckI spend it like it don't mean nothingBlow it like its supposed to be blownMotherfucker I'm grownI stunt I style I flash the shitI gets what the fuck I want so what I trickFat ass burgundy bags classy shit Jimmy Choo shoesI say move a bitch move